POEMS & ARTWORKS

Tiny, little specks of white flecks… flowers poking through the crevice of the public transportation train station.I was filled with judgment until that moment… the things things that were not going right, the person who had not set me up for success… the list of my complaints long. Until that moment.

The flowers were not complaining that they had to grow in a crack, in a crevice on the edge of concrete at a station instead of in a beautiful field with room to breathe and grow.

They were just being flowers. Being beautiful whether anyone cared or noticed at all.

I was one big complaint… until that moment… when i stooped down and touched their magnificence and was humbled to my core.

Life, Death, Life, Death

Julia Butterfly Hill, 2007

Life is so short. Life is precious.

I take a breath in.I let a breath out.

All life isIs breathing.

And then one dayWe exhale…

Women And The Earth Julia Butterfly Hill, 2002

You are afraid of my darknessbecause thatis where the magic is held.

You cannot control it,so you destroy itand oppress itand use a book written long agoas your excuseand then blame it on the women…the loss of the Eden which is me.

See, I am the Goddess…the part of your Godthat you wish to get rid ofbecause I hold the magic…in the dark, moist caverns

I lie and live and thrive.I am the womb of life’s gestation.I am the darknessthat holds the space for the light.We could not see the stars without the night.Those green shoots,the children of tomorrow…they are held withinmy darkest depthsuntil they are called forth.

I am the understanding of balance.I am the knowing of gods and goddesses.

I am the Great Mystery,and it is this uncertaintythat scares you.

I would rather grab handswith thousands,run off cliffsto be swallowed by the seathan to give up the magicthat is me.

I will be consumed by the firethat you thought would kill me,and I will come backstronger than before.I am the phoenixarising from that flame.

And I will hold the hands of thousands,emerging from the seas,wetlands, deserts, prairies,caverns, mountains, and trees,and I will call forththe magicthat is me.

May You Continue To Grow Into Miracles

Julia Butterfly Hill, 2005

If words had wingsThey would fly away into the skyAnd taking root in their nestWould be actions That spoke beyond a thousand words

And entire worlds would GrowWhen the words became OneWith the consistent nurturing ActionsConnecting Heaven with EarthMaking Miracles

And hearts would openLike flowers to the SunAnd minds would knowThe power of the Tides to the MoonTrusting the flow

And Silence would be the deep BreathBetween the MagicOf words chosen like fine gemsCareful to bring out pure MagnificenceOf Vision becoming Actualized

And entire worlds would GrowWhen the words became OneWith the consistent nurturing ActionsConnecting Heaven with EarthMaking Miracles

Hypocricy Poem

Julia Butterfly Hill

Did you knowDid you denyWhile they were led to die

Your silenceIt will not protect youYour soulIt will haunt you

Did you knowDid you denyAs the Earth began to die

How can you look your children in the eyeHow can you answer the question whyHow can you speak such lies

I walked a thousand milesIn your shoesBut I still don’t seemTo have the clues

How can you live this wayHow can you face another dayThe mirror, mirror on the wallSays you have lied to us all